ESCAPING the BRØKEN

Chapter 3 : Returning to the Waterfall

I ventured out into the cool night air with my destination engraved in my mind.

The wind blew softly through my hair, gently massaging my scalp and I began to grow light headed.

I shook my head gently in an effort to regain my focus. I recalled every step I took last night and I could taste the anticipation slowly rising. There is just something about that Waterfall and that incredibly appealing man that sends warm sensations rippling through my core.

I walked for what felt like ages until I spotted the familiar pebbled road. I skipped excitedly down the path and I felt a sense of burning desire and anticipation when I came across the well remembered sign. I ran my fingers over the letters on the sign's hard surface and a smile tugged at the corner of my lips as an inexplicable feeling started to surface.

'PRIVATE PROPERTY. TRESPASSERS WILL BE PROSECUTED'

Oh well.

I expertly scaled the fence and made my way to the direction of the Waterfall appreciating the vibrant sound of its hearty roar.

I discreetly snuck behind the massive tree that I recalled from my last visit ensuring that the Waterfall is within my direct field of vision. My heart pounded frantically in my chest while my eyes scanned the premises for a certain handsome face.

I frowned when I didn't instantly locate the familiar blue eyes that can make me flush with a mere glance but instantly adjusted my demeanour when the water rippled and he emerged.

His muscles flexed as he ran his fingers through his black tousled hair.

I felt an unfamiliar throbbing in my core as his tongue gently grazed across his lips.

My attention slightly shifted at the sound of leaves crumpling and I took notice of the four able bodied men that were chasing me the last time I was here.

They rotated positions with their backs facing the Waterfall as if attempting to cover all possible angles.

My focus was redirected to the water as it dawned on me that the once present sound of the water rippling with each movement was now non-existent.

To my dismay, the fascinating man that influenced my visit to the Waterfall was no longer in sight.

I impatiently awaited his arrival for two entire minutes, constantly fidgeting and fighting the urge to point out his absence to the four useless stooges still on the lookout.

I unsurprisingly grew irritated with waiting around with a predicament of such importance being unattended. After all, it is no secret that I am completely incapable of keeping my thoughts to myself.

"Listen" I emerged from the safe haven I've created behind the huge tree announcing my presence to the guards who immediately snapped their heads towards me with their hands on their holsters. I continued my statement heading straight towards them. They can decide amongst themselves what to do with me later "One of you incompetent stooges should dive into the water and search for that hot.."

My words were cut short as wet hands snaked their way around my mouth rapidly increasing the pace of my heartbeat and for once I actually wish it was Mr. Mac interrupting my speech.

If only I could learn to filter the words between my brain and my mouth then maybe there would be a possibility of escaping this rather unfortunate situation unscathed.

The mystery guy held out a hand to the guards who I assume still deem me as threatening and they immediately retracted to their prior positions to continue their pathetic job of look out.